SUPERNATURAL AU- EPISODE 1 SEASON 1 PILOT

Lawrence, Kansas 22 years ago

The sound of crickets floated through the window from the lounge room and into Deans' ears as he clung onto his mother side, her blonde curls acting as the best curtain for him to hide behind to protect himself from the darkly lit hallways and monsters that may jump out into their way. Together they walked up the stairs and towards his sisters' room.

Inside the light pink room, in the middle by the window laid baby Samantha gurgling and smiling in their direction,

"Come on, let's say good night to your sister." Mary told Dean, placing him gently down.

The lights flicked on and Dean happily paddled his way over to Samantha. Peaking down and looking at Sammy's deep blue eyes looked back at deans and lit up. Dean put his hand into the cot and Sam grabbed it, gurgling happily.

Mary came over and helped Dean lean down and planted a gentle, loving kiss onto her forehead, smoothing her hair,

"Night, Sam." Dean whispered to her, letting himself back down the ground,

Mary leant down, doing to same as dean, "Good night, love." She cooed, brushing the hair that dean had smoothed back,

" Hey, Dean." A deep voice said from behind them,

Dean spun around to see his father, John, standing proudly in the doorway. He was wearing a faded navy green USMC t-shirt and baggy pants.

"Daddy!" Dean exclaimed happily, running across the room and into his fathers' arms, he grunts as he lifts him up,

"Hey, buddy." John looked over at Sams form in the crib, " So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shook his head giggling, " No, Daddy." He told him as if it was something he ha answers numerous times before.

John chuckled, "No." He agreed.

Mart walked by them on her way out of the room, every step as graceful as the next, "You got him?" She asked John, pausing in the doorway,

" I got him." John told her, hugging Dean closer to his chest,

Mary nodded and walked by them and into their room across the hall.

John looked back at his daughter and smiled, " Sweet dreams, Sam." He told her and carried Dean out, flipping off the lights on the way.

Sam start to become intent with the silence and was about to fall asleep when all of a sudden the ballerina themed mobile that hung above her head began to spin on its own. Sam watched intrigued, the sound of her cat clock ticked in the background, and in the distance she saw her moon shaped nightlight flicker.

Mary was woken by Samantha's cries on the other side of the baby monitor that sat on the bedside table next to a family photo of her and John. The red light flashing brightly into her sleep filled eyes. The monitor began to make static noises, bringing Mary awake completely; she turned over in her bed after turning on the light on the nightstand.

"John?" Mary asked looking around in the bed. Mary sees John missing from the bed and frowns, moving out of the bed and into the cold air of their creaky house.

Slowly she walked down the hall, her feet cold on the floorboards. Peaking into Sam's room she sees John's dark form standing over Sams crib.

"John?" She asked, but he didn't respond, "Is he hungry?" she persisted,

John turned his head towards her and brought a finger to his blacked out face, "Shhh." He told her turning back around to Sam,

" All right." You shrugged; turning back around to go back to bed, but a flickering light stopped her in her tracks. Warily she approached the light and tapped it until it steadied.

" Hm." She murmured,

Down the hall more lights continue to flicker, confused she walked down to investigate. She made her way down the stairs listening to the sounds of television explosions from a war movie John likes. He must have abandoned it to go check on Sam, she thought walking into the lounge room to turn off the television.

Just before she enters the lounge room she sees a body lying still in the couch. It took a moment to recognize Johns face in the flickering light of the screen across the room.

Dread filled her core, the feeling of ice being poured down her neck made stumbling back, that's John. She thought and sprinted up stairs in a hurry,

"Sammy!" Mary yelled, holding onto the railing to pull her up faster, "Sammy!"

Mary burst into Sam's room, looking around, but stopping short, fear I filling her eyes,

A blood-curdling scream shook John from his dream,

" Mary?" He muttered alarmed, Scrambling out of his chair and towards the stairs,

"Mary!" he yelled stumbling a few times in his hurry to find his wife,

John collided with the closed door of Sam's nursery, his eyes darting around the room, but Mary was nowhere in sight.

The room was silent and appeared to be empty; sam stirred from her sleep and looked over at John with confused eyes. John shuffled forward and pushed down the side of Sams crib,

"Hey, Sammy. You okay?" He asked her,

Sam smiled and looked around; slowly her face began to lose its smile. Suddenly a dark drop of red falls next Sams head, john reached out and touched it with his middle finger. Before he could pull his hand back two more drops fell onto his pale skin.

Scared John looks up and his scream gets caught in his throat, Mary was sprawled out across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown stained with a patch red with blood. She stared at john with her blood shot eyes, struggling to breathe. John collapsed onto the floor staring up shocked and terrified,

"No! Mary!" He shouted,

The room was painted a bright colour of yellow, fire erupting from Mary and catching the ceiling, the fire spreading. John sat on the ground frozen in fear, but the second he heard Sams wails of terror he broke out of his stupor.

John jumped off the ground and grabbed Sam in a buddle of pink blankets, running out into the hallway.

Dean woke to the sound of Mary screaming, but stayed pinned in his bed with fear. He then heard his dad yell out of her, followed by his thundering footsteps as he bolted up the stairs.

Dean threw the blankets off hesitantly and slowly moved across the room and too his door. The second his door opened his room was flooded with light from Sam's nursery. Scared with adenine pulsing through his veins he ran towards the room, catching a glance at his mother on the ceiling of Sams room, her eyes staring into his,

" Daddy!" Dean cried the second he saw him come out of the bedroom, holding small sam in his arms,

Without a second thought John shoved the squirming baby girl into Deans arms,

" Take your sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back!" He yelled over the roar of the fire, Dean didn't move, fear locking him in place, "Now, Dean, go!" John told him, passing on a little shove.

Dean turned around, hugging Sam close to his chest and sprinted down the stairs. HE braced himself against one of the walls on the way down, protecting Sam.

Dean heard his father upstairs yell, "Mary! NO!" and breaks out of the stuffy heat of the house and it not he chilling cold outside, seeing a group of people gather, watching in horror as the entire second floor is engulfed in fire.

Dean looked down at Sam and saw small patches of soot on her check, her screams breaking through the wailing of fire truck sirens in the distance,

"It's okay, Sammy." He told her soothingly, looking back at the house praying to see his father come out of the door, come on, Daddy.

Dean is grabbed around the waist and hauled into the air, John holding onto his tightly,

"Gotcha." He told Dean,

Seconds later the house erupted in a ball of fire, and fury.

Stanford University Present Day

"Sam!" Michael yelled to me, but I promptly ignored him, adjusting my sexy nurse outfit in the mirror,

"Get a move on, would you?" He teased, from what I suspected was the lounge room, "We were supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago."

After adding a few more bobby pins into my tightly curled long brown hair I gave myself a happy smile,

"Sam, you coming or what?"

Rolling my eyes I opened the bathroom door and skipped out into the lounge room,

"You can't rush perfection," I told him batting my eyes, wrapping my arms around his waist,

"You're the one who wants to go to this stupid thing anyway." He told me, his eyes lighting up with excitement when he scanned my costume,

"It'll be fun!" I told him happily, then stopped, looking at him, "Where's your costume?"

I asked him, he laughed and ducked his head down, giving me a crooked smile, and "You know how I feel about Halloween."

I blinked at him, giving a smile, but inside I thought bitterly, if I know, what I know about this kind of stuff and still be perky on Halloween then you can.

Luis jumped around a corner of the street, causing Michael to jump,

" Ha!"

Michael shook his head and smiled. I grinned at Luis and nodded in approval,

" What do you think, huh?"

" Whatever." Michael grumbling taking my hand and walking across the street, Luis following,

"Don't worry, I like it." I told him, "Michaels just being the Grinch that hate Halloween,"

"Yeah, at least I wore a costume. Man, if your sorry ass was trick-or-treating at my house, there would be no popcorn balls for you."

Michael glanced over his shoulder at Luis

"You gave out popcorn balls?"

WE walked onto the sidewalk,

" You could at least have gone as a slutty version of something. Slutty Dorothy, slutty Alice, slutty nurse—"

"Hey!" I snapped,

"—I didn't mean you."

"Sure you didn't," I rolled my eyes,

" Man, what can I say? I just never been a big fan of the whole thing."

" Never been a fan—what, what, are you a Communist? Who doesn't like Halloween?" Luis joked,

The bar exploded with colour, everyone was dressed and neon colors or dark ripped clothes covered in fake gore. "Fog" flowed out of the drinks and the place was covered head to toe in cobwebs and cover decorations.

Luis, Michael and I all sat around our small table crowed with empty shot glasses and a bowl of popcorn. Michael raised his shot in the air, followed by Luis, dress and what I would like to call the best zombie costume ever,

" So here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory." He toasted,

"All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." I tell him, shooting a look, as we all clink drinks,

"Yeah, he acts all humble." He went on, "But he scored a one seventy-four."

We all downed our shots, I drummed my hands on the table as the liquor burnt on the way down, leaving a wonderfully sour taste in my mouth,

" Is that good?" Luis asked,

" Scary good." Michael told him, and I laughed on the inside at the accidental pun he made,

"So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!" Luis said making his way around to clap me on the shoulder playfully,

" Actually, I got an interview here." I tell him, letting a slight bite of nervousness enter my voice, "Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."

"Hey." Michael said leaning closer, giving me a serious look, "It's gonna go great."

"It better." I smile back at him,

Luis spoke up again, his speech slightly slurred, " How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?"

Family. Now that was a thought worth thinking about on Halloween
" Ah, they don't know." I shrugged it off, but saw the sympathetic look that Michael shot my way,

Luis pouted, his face slightly shocked, " Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?" He exclaimed,

I rolled my eyes, " Because we're not exactly the Bradys."

Luis got off from his seat, swaying his arms flamboyantly with every step, " And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?" He asked heading to the bar,

" No. No." Michael and me both tell him in a chorus, but he laughs and continues to the bar,

"No-" I continued watching him walk on

"- No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it." He told me, giving a somewhat proud smile,

I shook my head, looking into his kind eyes, "What would I do without you?" I murmured

He tilted his head, "Crash and burn." He sighed,

I smiled and pulled him into a kiss, his hand gently placed on my cheek the loud music fading down to a murmur.

"Sam!"

Slowly I opened my eyes, tuned into the sound of a window opening somewhere in the apartment, followed by someone falling over.

Lightning fast I jumped out of bed and hurried to the hallway, sticking to the walls and listening for more noise.

The window near the bathroom was is open even though I distinctly remember shutting it. My head buzzed and my focus went into attack mode. My body wound tightly like a coil. Footsteps scurried to my right, and a man walked past the door way with beads hanging down heading towards the kitchen.

I hugged the wall of the next room and got ready for the man to come around the corner. The door opened and I lunge grabbing his shoulder. The man knocked my arm away and aimed a strike at me. Thinking kick I dodged it but the man grabbed my arm and swings me around, shoving me back. I kicked out but the man raises his arms and blocks, pushing me into the reading room.

I stumbled and almost tripped over the rug. The man comes forward fast and quick, the light shining through the window shows me some features of his face but not enough to recognize him. The man threw his elbow into my face, blinding white light covers my vision but I kicked out, but again the man ducks and swings at me again, this time I block him. He holds onto my arm and pushes me to the ground, one arm firmly on my neck and the other holding my wrist in place,

"Whoa, easy, tiger." He tells me, his voice taunting,

I squirmed to get free, my head pounding and my chest heaving, you have got to be shitting me?

"Dean?" I growled at him accusingly,

Dean chuckled, not letting me up or realizing my throat,

" You scared the crap out of me!" You shouted at him,

Dean tilted his head, " That's 'cause you're out of practice." He mocked,

Red-hot anger surged though me and I grabbed Dean's wrist, yanking hard, slamming my heel into Dean's back and forcing Dean to the floor in a similar hold.

" Or not." He muttered,

I smiled cockily at him, tapping him on the arm in a way to console him,

" Get off of me." Dean grunted,

I rolled onto my feet, offering Dean my hand he latched on and I heaved him up,

" What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded,

Dean straightened my tank top, " Well, I was looking for a beer." He told me,

" What the hell are you doing here?" I repeat slower and hopefully more threating,

" Okay. All right." He told me getting the picture, "We gotta talk."

I shook my head in disbelief, " Uh, the phone?"

" If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"

Ouch.

The lights flicked on and there stood Michael in the doorway, " Sam?"

I turned and looked at him, he was wearing his boxer shorts and nothing else, and he regarded Dean with a slightly hostile look.

" Michael, Hey." I smiled letting him know it was all right, "Dean, this is my boyfriend, Michael."

Dean looked at him with a slight sneer.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" HE asked you,

He smiled at Dean, clearly happy to have finally know what he looked like. I nodded to him and watched Dean approach him with a raised eyebrow,

"What? Ran out of tops?" He asked Michael Mockingly,

Dean walked back to me and I gave him a look filled with anger,

" Anyway, I gotta borrow your girlfriend here, talk about some private family business." He told Michael,

" But, uh, nice meeting you." Dean told him,

" No." My voice broke out,

They both looked at me confused and I walked over to Michael's side,

"Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of him." I told him, my voice passive,

Deans lips flicked into an exaggerated frown " Okay." He pouted, turning to look at us both straight on, "Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

I inwardly groaned knowing where dean was going with this, " So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." I told him with bitterness,

Dean ducked his head down and gave a slight Ha under his breath.

" Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." He told me,

I hoped my expression didn't change my I felt my body stiffen and my head slightly run with worry,

"Michael, excuse us. We have to go outside." I tell him, my voice deadpan as I head to the door, dean following behind.

I hurried down the stair well with Dean not far behind me. I could feel my blood boiling ever so slightly underneath the surface of my skin. I was out. I muttered in my head

" I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." I tell him my voice hard,

Dean sighed sounding frustrated; You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him."

It's Sam.

" You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." I reasoned, dean was always one of dramatics, and if I had a dollar for every time dad went missing then I could be able to by my way into a full ride,

Dean stopped at the gate, and I pulled up too,

" Not for this long." He told me and I saw a flicker of worry in his eyes, "Now are you gonna come with me or not?"

" I'm not." I told him with a certain shake of my head,

Dean frowned annoyed, " Why not?"

"I swore I was done hunting. For good." I told him, keeping my voice firm,

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." He told me continuing down the stairs,

" Yeah?" I asked annoyed at how childish he was being, "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." I told him remembering the memory well,

Dean stopped again, sighing, "Well, what was he supposed to do?"

" I was nine years old!" I told him throwing my hands in the air, "He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."

Dean scoffed, "Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." He told me in a tone I so loathed squinting his eyes accusingly at me,

"Yeah, I know, but still." Told him flicking my hair over my shoulder, "The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her."

Dean looked away, he always got edgy when I mentioned mum,

"But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."

"We save a lot of people doing it, too." He told me with a bob of his head,

There was a pause,

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Low blow, Sammy. I thought to myself,

Dean rolled his eyes at me and kept walking towards the parking lot.

Climbing the stairs we broke out into the crisp air, the moonlight shinning against Dads- now deans- black, 4 doors, 1967 Chevy Impala. Even though I don't regret coming to college, I did miss that car.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors." I told him frustrated,

" So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean asked me his eyebrows furrowing together,

"No. Not normal. Safe." I corrected,

Dean nodded his head looking away, " And that's why you ran away." He said making a tsk under his breath,

" I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." I said to dean, hands on my hip,

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." He told me popping open the boot of the car. I didn't comment,

" I can't do this alone." He said

I frowned, "Yes you can."

Dean looked down,

" Yeah, well, I don't want to." He told me looking anywhere but my face,

I sighed and looked at my shoes, don't regret this, don't regret this.

" What was he hunting?" I asked raising my eyebrows,

A smug smile rose on Deans lips and he leaned into the boot of the Impala, opening the spare tire compartment and propping it up to show the arsenal. He digs around in the clutter muttering to him self,

"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" he muttered still digging around,

"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?"

" I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." He said giving me glance while still looking around,

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, " Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"

Dean looked over at me with an un-amused face, "I'm twenty-six, dude."

Dean finally pulls out a piece of paper that had been wedged between a flask and a bad of salt, "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." Dean passed me the paper and I scanned the photo and some of the words, "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". I read more and then looked up at him,

" So maybe he was kidnapped." I reasoned,

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Dean said tossing down another Jericho, " Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." He said throwing more and more articles down,

Dean picked up the rest of the papers and grabbed the one from me,

" All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." He told me leaning in and grabbing another bag, " It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough."

HE held up a handheld tape recorder and clicked the button, "Then I get this voicemail yesterday."

At first all I could hear was static, and a few sounds like words, "Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

Dean clicked stop and pursed his lips,

I thought for a moment, " You know there's EVP on that?" I asked,

He smiled at me approvingly, "Not bad, Sammy." I tried to hold the smile back, "Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" I shook my head at him, " All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got."

He pressed play again.

A chilling women's voice echoed through the small speaker, " I can never go home..."

Dean pressed stop again and looked up,

I frowned, " Never go home." I repeated.

Dean dropped the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk. Leaning against it he looked at me,

"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

I sighed and looked away from him. There was a tug in my stomach that was undeniably longing. With a sigh I turned back to him,

" All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." I told him

Dean nodded a smile quirking up again,

"But I have to get back first thing Monday." I warn him, "Just wait here." I turn to go back to pack my things,

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean called,

I stopped and turned around, " I have this...I have an interview."

Dean blinked, "What, a job interview? Skip it." He shrugged,

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." I told him,

" Law School?"

Dean smirked,

"So we got a deal or not?"

Dean said nothing.

I started packing a duffel bag. Pulling out my large hook shape knife and slid it inside. Michael cam in the room,

" Wait, you're taking off?" He asked pausing at the door,

I looked up and gave him an almost apologetic smile,

" Is this about your dad? Is he all right?" he asked walking up to the bed,

I nodded, "Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." I went over to the dresser and turn on the lamp.

" Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip." Michael asked sitting down on the bed,

I rummaged through my clothes and picked out the most bland, walking back over to the bed stuffing it all inside,

"Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, he's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back."

"What about the interview?" Michael asked frowning,

I nodded zipping up the bag, " I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days."

I told him walking away with the duffle bag, " Sam, I mean, please." He called and I turned around

."Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?" He asked

I gave a small laugh, " I'm fine."

He looked up, "It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal."

"Hey." I interrupted him, "Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise."

I grabbed his waist and stretched to my tippy toes, placing a kiss on his lips. I smiled and turned, walking out the door again,

" At least tell me where you're going." He called again,

GAS STATION

EXT. GAS STATION – DAY

I waited inside the impala while she slowly filled up with gas. Flipping through Dean's cassette collection almost made me wish I had brought my own music. Not that Dean would appreciate fine music when he heard it,

" Hey!" Dean called, I peaked around the car to see him remove a bar from his mouth, a bag of crisps held out in front of him, "You want breakfast?"

"No, thanks." I told him with a turned up nose, " So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" I asked picking up a tape with the words scrawled 'Metallica'

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean replied placing the nozzle back into the pump, " Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." Dean said as if it made his argument any more legitimate,

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" I asked him smiling, swinging my leg into the car, the cold leather pressed against my exposed thigh,

" Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean explained, jumping into the car, putting down his soda and chips, " And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." He smiled closing the door,

I nodded my head, " That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." I told him throwing my head back,

There were at least a dozen tapes in the box that sat on my lap, each one as dusty as the last,

"Why?" Dean asked me slightly offended,

I wobbled my head, " Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two: I help up each one of the tapes I began to name, " Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean snatched Metallica out of my hands before I could place it back into the box without breaking eye contact, " It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

Dean kept his face impassive, throwing the tape into the player, " Well, house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." He told me with a slightly pouted lip, flicking the tap back into the box.

I shook my head, "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old girl who liked to collect dolls."

Music started blaring out of the radio and I jumped, the sound assaulting my ears, "It's Sam, okay?" I said a little louder,

" Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Dean told me motioning to his ear.

Smiling triumphantly he pulled out of the gas station,

CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY – DAY

I watched the "JERICHO 7" sign fly past in the car going to fast for my liking, but knowing Dean, if I mentioned the speed he would probably just drive faster. The lady on the other side of the phone,

" Thank you." I told the women kindly, closing the lid with a snap,

" All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue." I told Dean ever so hopefully in my tone voice, " So that's something, I guess."

Dean glanced over at me for a second, then back at the road before I could read his expression. We pulled up to the bridge without warning and I looked outside the window to see two cop cars and several police officers.

" Check it out." Dean muttered,

I leaned closer and peered out the window,

Dean flashed me a smile and leant over to the glove compartment, then pulled out an old tin box I remember we use to keep marbles in when we were kids. In my dismay I didn't see marbles, but fake ID badges. On the top of them I saw him and Dads photos printed onto the front, a few marked as FBI about as the DEA,

" Let's go." Dean told me holding into his badge tightly and hurrying out of the car before I could object.

Yeah, you know just wanting to study law while simultaneously breaking it.

On the bridge, ahead of us a policeman was leaning on the railing,

" You guys find anything?" He hollered down,

" No! Nothing!" Another man responded, from far away,

He turned around and started talking to another man standing by an abandoned car in the middle of road. There was no blood or anything that pointed to foul play. Must be a small town…

You're enjoying this.

Not as much as I enjoy Stanford.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." The man murmured to the other cop,

I glanced at Dean and saw im completely at ease but still looking somewhat professional. Following his lead we both strutted up to the men and the car,

" So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?"

" Yeah." The other cop answer, kneeling by the car door,

" How's Amy doing?"

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." I smiled sympathetically for the girl,

" You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" and like that, sympathy was gone,

The man looked up at us and I tried my best to seem professional,

"And who are you?" he asked, and don't think I didn't notice the once over he gave me, but I looked away.

I saw a flash of silver out of my eye as Dean presumably pulled out his badge,

"Federal marshals." Dean told him, his voice so monotone it made me want to laugh,

"You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?"

Dean laughed with barely any humor,

" Thanks, that's awfully kind of you."

I repressed the grin,

Dean moved closer to the car, " You did have another one just like this, correct?"

" Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." So at least they noticed the pattern.

" So, this victim, you knew him?" I asked the man, hating the fact he was tall enough to see down my coin slot without trying hard.He nodded, "Town like this, everybody knows everybody."

Dean continued to circle the car,

" Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"

"No. Not so far as we can tell."

" So what's the theory?" I asked him walking back over to Dean, feeling slightly cornered standing alone,

" Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"

" Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys-"

My heart rate doubled, thinking quickly I slammed the heel of my foot into the end of his toes. Grunting Dean kept a straight face.

"Thank you for your time," I told him politely, and walked away not giving a second glance at Dean,

"Gentlemen." I told them with a nod,

I shook my head trying to comprehend on how Dean could be such a stupid idiot! My head jerked forward from a blow that I suspected. I guess it must have been quite a stretch since I'm a lot taller then Dean,

"What was that for!" I hissed at him,

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean demanded,

" Why do you have to talk to the police like that?"

Dean looked at me, and then walked around in front blocking my path and forcing me to stop,

" Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Dean told me and I repressed an eye roll, I was so over the lone wolf crap.

Three heads came into view and I cleared my throat. Dean spun around giving me a clear view of the sheriff and two men in FBI uniforms,

" Can I help you, boy and… lady?"

Gag! What not enough girls in this town over the legal limit?

"No, sir, we were just leaving." Dean told him with a tight smile,

Hurrying to get to the car I walk in front of dean, but not before I hear him say,

"Agent Mulder, Skully."

I let out of giggle

A head of me and Dean in the cold street were two girls posting flyers on what looked like the local hall,

" I'll bet you that's her." Dean told me with a jump in the elbow,

" Yeah."

We approached her; she had her brown hair pulled up into a loose ponytail and her eye dark with heavy eye shadow that stood out on her pale skin. Looking closer I could see that it wasn't even and the lines were slightly wobbled. Stressed.

" You must be Amy.' Dean said politely,

"Yeah." She answered more like a question,

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his aunt and uncle, I'm Dean, and this is Sammy."

She frowned at us, " He never mentioned you to me."

She turned and began to walk away, dismissing us. I gave dean a look and jumped in front of her hoping to stop her walking, she did.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Good save.

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." I explained to her giving my best grieving relative face I could in short shorts and a long sleeve skin top.

A girl strutted up from behind dean; her eyes looking us over as if she was ready to set us alight. She held onto Amy's arm protectively,

" Hey, are you okay?" Implying, 'are these guys bothering you?'

"Yeah." She told her with a nod,

I smiled at her kindly, "You mind if we ask you a couple questions?"

All four of us sat in a booth at the coffee shop just across the road from the town hall. I slipped into the booth first, and then followed Dean. Any and her friend sitting next to each other,

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and" she paused, "and never did." Her eyes were stating to tear up slightly,

" He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Dean questioned,

Amy shook her head looking at the table, " No. Nothing I can remember."

There was an awkward long pause until I noticed the pentacle around her neck, " I like your necklace."

Amy picked it up with her delicate fingers and smiled wistfully at it,

"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents." She laughed, 'with all that devil stuff."

I laughed and nodded my head down, looking back up at her,

"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." I told her smiling, I felt dean stretch his arm over the back of the seat,

" Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." He told me patting my shoulder as a warning to stay on topic,

Dean readjusted himself in the seat leaning forwards, "Here's the deal, ladies." I pursed my lips tightly together annoyed, "The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..."

The girls exchanged looks,

"What is it?"

Her friend cleared her throat, " Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." She shrugged,

"What do they talk about?" Dean and I spoke in unison,

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago."

I spot Dean looking at me in the corner of my eye, he did it a lot so I didn't take it much to note. I continued to nod and listen intently,

"Well, supposedly she's still out there." She told us, "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

I turned and looked at Dean and we both knew what was next, Research,

LIBRARY

My eyes stared at the web browser is open to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. Dean types the words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" into the search box rather fast for someone who barely uses computers. Dean clicked GO and the screen lit up white, "(0) Result" displayed into the otherwise blank screen. Dean sighed and pursed his lips, replacing "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same response.

I rolled my eyes, "Let me try." I told him leaning towards the keyboard,

Dean's hand came down on mine,

"I got it." He told me sternly,

I looked at him and pushed his chair away from the desk, replacing it with mine as quick as possible,

"Dude!"

Dean exclaimed hitting me on the shoulder, hard, " You're such a control freak."

" So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" I asked him getting back on track,

"Yeah."

Suicide.

"Well, maybe it's not murder." I murmured

I replaced murder with suicide and waited patently. After a second of searching an article appears with the caption, "Suicide on Centennial". Dean glanced at me again out of the corner of my eye. I opened the article, seeing that it was dated April 25, 1981.

Quickly I skipped over the article, it read;

A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.

Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. She reported that their complex- [...]

What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."

At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager.

"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." I explained to Dean knowing he would just looked at the pictures,

" Does it say why she did it?"

" Yeah." I tell him, and pause, my heart breaking while reading,

" What?"

I took a deep breath, " An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."

Dean raised his eyebrows, " Hm."

The article has a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; same place that kid went missing.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."" I read aloud,

" The bridge look familiar to you?"

I nodded, "Hey look whose learning,"

SYLVANIA BRIDGE

In my opinion the bridge looked way creepier at night. The moon played tricks on my eyes and the wind blew straight through my layers of clothing,

We walked up to the railing and looked down at the ruff water,

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean joked,

"Dean," I warned him,

He shook his head, "Can't have any fun around here.

" So you think Dad would have been here?" I asked him,

Did kept looking at the water, " Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."

Dean turned around to keep walking down the bridge,

" Okay, so now what?"

" Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."

I stopped in my tracks,

"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—"

Dean turned around,

"Monday. Right. The interview."

I gave a curt nod,

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your boy?"

My heart leapt a bit. I mean, I want to marry him, more then anything and by the sound of it I was. He was funny, smart, and he loved me and I loved him. Luis said that he was planning on purposing, but knowing him he was wasted at that time, "Maybe. Why not?" I asked Dean defensively,

" Does Michael know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

I stepped closer, hoping to look threating, " No, and she's not ever going to know."

" Well, that's healthy." He muttered sarcastically, "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."

Dean turned and kept walking; my blood was beyond boiling,

"And who's that?" I snapped,

" You're one of us." He said with a slight throw of his hands,

I strode in front of him, blocking his path,

"No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." I told him,

"You have a responsibility to—"

"To Dad?" I laughed bitterly, "And his crusade?" Dean moved his weight of his feet, swallowing, "If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do

Dean pushed me up against the pillar of the bridge, and I knew I had hit a sensitive spot. There was a long pause and I watched the fire burn out in his eyes, he looked down like he had noticed that he was still pinning me back, he slowly let go,

" Don't talk about her like that." He told me in a horse voice,

Dean turned and walked away. I closed my eye for a second; forcing back the tightness in my throat. Ever since I was younger, whenever Dean got angry with me I got upset. I wasn't sure when it started. When dad got mad at me it was an amazing feeling, but dean? You might as well have shot me.

"Sam." Dean's voice spoke up with urgency,

I looked up and saw a figure of a women standing on the railing, her white gown flowing in the wind. I walked forward to go and get her down but deans arm came out and stopped me from moving. I looked down to see why he had stopped me, but then the women turned around and I saw the face of Constantine looking back at us.

She steps forward and falls off the side of the bridge,

A small no escaped my lips out of reflex, me and dean both sprinted to the edge, looking down at the empty, churning water,

" Where'd she go?" Dean asked,

" I don't know." I don't know I muttered,

The bridge lit up brightly along with the sound of an engine that echoed down to us. We moved away from the railing and stared at the impala,

" What the—" dean exclaimed,

"Who's driving your car?" I asked, more to myself,

There was a jingle and saw deans hand in the air dangling the keys to the impala. The car jerked into motion, heading straight for us and not slowing down.

I turned and sprinted, seeing Dean slightly lagging behind, "Dean? Go! Go!" I yelled to him,

The car got faster and faster, staying on our heels, I saw a gap to the railing and looked at dean, he looked back at me and without thinking we both threw ourselves over the edge.

My arm grabbed hold of a bar on the way down gripping tightly, pain jerking up my arm and settling in my shoulder. I grabbed on with my other arm and heaved myself up, breathing heavily.

I looked around and saw that Dean hadn't grabbed on,

" Dean? Dean!" I cried out searching the dark filthy water,

There was a groan and Dean immerged from the water, cover in mud and filth, he crawled out of the river and into even more mud,

" What?" He groaned annoyed,

Relief washed over me, " Hey! Are you all right?"

In the gloom I could make out Deans hand making an A-OK sign,

" I'm super." His voice huffed,

Laughing I scooted away from the edge, and climbed over the railing, clutching my throbbing arm.

Dean shut the hood of the impala and leant against it,

"Your car all right?" I asked coming around from fixing the boot, still holding in my laughter at the sight of a mud covered Dean,

" Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean yelled at nothing,

" Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." I sat down next to him, "So where's the job go from here, genius?"

Dean threw his hands in the air with exasperation, flicking off mud from his hands. I sniffed and turned to dean,

" You smell like a toilet."

DEAN looks down with a defeated expression,

MOTEL

Dean placed a VersaBank MasterCard in the name of Hector Aframian lands on a handwritten guest ledger.

" One room, please."

The clerk picked up the card and looked at it, looking at Dean, taking in his dirty form and then back at me,

"You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asked,

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

" I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month."

Dean looked back at me,

JOHN'S ROOM

Working fast at the lock pick it took me under a minuet to get the motel door swings open. New record.

I stood hiding the lock picks and standing up, walking into the dim room. SAM hides the picks and stands up. I turned around and saw Dean still playing look out without realizing that I was already inside.

I reached out and grabbed his collar, yanking him inside, dust flying everywhere.

I closed the door and joined Dean in staring at all the wall, each one having paper pinned to them; maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes.

Dad's books were on the table laid out messily, and assorted junk on the floor and bed.

" Whoa."

Dean turned on the light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. I stepped over the line of white on the ground,

I watched Dean smell the burger and recoil,

" I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least."

I grabbed some of the salt with my fingers and smelt them, salt.

" Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." I told dean standing up,

Dean looked at some papers on the wall,

"What have you got here?" I asked,

"Centennial Highway victims."

I nodded, the victims on the walls were, Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Mark, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos.

" I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs," I crossed the room looking at more papers, "ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

While dean spoke I walked around the other side of the room, there's something about the Bell Witch, and a photo of two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "MORTIS DANSE", a column about "Devils + Demons", another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed", a wooden pentacle, and a note that says "Woman in White" above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on CONSTANCE's suicide.

Women in white!

I turned on the lamp so it was easier too see,

" Dad figured it out." I told dean still looking at the paper,

Dean turned and looked at what I was,

"What do you mean?"

" He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."

Dean turned around and looked at the men on the wall, " You sly dogs."

He turned back around, "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

" She might have another weakness." I mused, not really wanting to go dig up some poor dead girls skeleton,

" Well, Dad would want to make sure."

Dean said walking over too see the same article as before,

" He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asked,

" No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." I said, pointing to Josephs photo

" If he's still alive."

I walked around more looking at different papers, "All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean said,

I took a deep breath and turned around,

" Hey, Dean?"

Dean stopped walking and turned back around,

I looked down, "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."

Dean held up his hand,

"No chick-flick moments."

I laughed and nodded,

" All right." I looked at him smiling "Jerk."

" Bitch."

I laughed again. Dean left the room and I went to sit on the bed when something by the mirror caught my eye. Slowly I walked up to go see what was there, and I felt my smile drop off my face.

Along with a piece of rosemary hanging on the mirror, behind it was a photo of Dad, Dean and Me. Sitting on the hoot of the car, Dean was sitting with a baseball cap holding me in his lap and he sat on Dads.

We'll find you. I promise.

MOTEL

I finished pacing and sat down on the bed, the voice mail Michael left began to play,

"Hey, it's me, it's about ten-twenty Saturday night—" his voice told me

Dean came out of the bathroom clean and grabs his jacket, shrugging it onto one shoulder as he crossed the room,

" Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?"

" No." I told him giving him a glance,

" Aframian's buying." He joked,

I look my head, " Mm-mm."

Dean left the room and I kept listening to Michael's smooth voice,

"-Oh and me and LUIS! GET OFF THE TABLE! YES YOU!" He yelled into the speaker, "Me and Luis are having a guy weekend, don't worry I'll clean up if there is anything broken." His voice got quieter, " So come home soon, okay? I love you."

I smiled sweetly, "HE SAID THE L WORD! RUN, SAM! RUN!" Luis shouted, and I laughed, I really missed them,

The phone beeped and I looked at the caller ID, [Dean]

He just left…

" What?" I asked him,

"Dude, five-oh, take off." HE told me in code and I stood quickly,

"What about you?"

"Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad."

Before I could talk more he hung up, my heart raced and I looked out the window,

Dean was standing there and nodded to the officers, I tried to read his lips,

Problem, officers?

The men were facing the other way and I cursed my bad luck,

Partner? What, what partner?

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath,

The man glanced over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. They didn't see it see me; I looked at Dean, seeing him begin to fidget, and then smirk, My boobs. Was the next thing he said,

HE slammed Dean onto the hood of the car and I ran, making it to the bathroom window and jumping the second I head the door come crashing down,

WELCH HOUSE

I looked through the grimy, chain-link glass window, and knocked on the door of Joseph Welch's house.

The door swung open and out walked an old man,

" Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?" I asked him gently,

" Yeah." He replied suspiciously,

We walked down the driveway and I showed him a photo of Dad, seeing a spark of recognition in his eyes,

" Yeah, he was older, but that's him." He told me and I smiled, relieved,

Joseph handed me the photo back,

"He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."

"That's right. We're working on a story together."

"H Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?" he muttered

" About your wife Constance?" I asked,

He shook his head, " He asked me where she was buried."

I bit the inner of my lip, "And where is that again?"

" What, I gotta go through this twice?" He snapped annoyed,

" It's fact-checking." I said quickly, "If you don't mind."

"In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge."

"M And why did you move?"

He looked at me like it was obvious, " I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." So it was obvious.

I stopped walking,

" Mr. Welch, I don't mean to intrude or anything but… did you ever marry again?"

" No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." He told me,

I smiled sadly, " So you had a happy marriage?"

He hesitated before answering, " Definitely."

I felt a twinge of something in my gut, Liar.

"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time."

I turned to go back to the car, but waited a moment, then looked back at Joseph,

"Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?" I almost bit my tongue there and then,

Joseph spun around, " A what?"

"A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?"

Joseph just blinked at me,

" It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really."

I started to walk back to Joseph,

" Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women."

I stopped into front of Joseph, hoping to scare him,

" You understand. But all share the same story."

" Girl, I don't care much for nonsense." He warned,

Joseph started to walk back but I followed,

" See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them."

Joseph stopped in his tracks,

"And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children."

He turned to look at me, anger and guilt masking his face,

" Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again."

"You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!" He yelled,

" You tell me." I kept my voice passive,

" I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!"

Joseph's face shook with anger, or maybe grief? And after a long moment, he turns and leaves.

Stupid.

I walked back to the car with a sigh, time to break Dean out.

HIGHWAY

It felt strange being in the Impala alone, slightly eerie in the cold night, my phone began to ring and I picked it up,

"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." His voice came through,

I smiled widely, " You're welcome."

" Listen, we gotta talk."

I rolled my eyes, " Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean said frustrated, but I was too lost in thought,

" I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."

" Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

The car jerked, " What? How do you know?"

" I've got his journal." Dean told me,

I frowned, " He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."

There was a pause, " Yeah, well, he did this time."

" What's it say?"

" Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."

I nodded, "Coordinates. Where to?"

There was a pause, " I'm not sure yet."

I shook my head, ' I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?"

I looked up and saw a white figure of Constance standing in the middle of the road, I let out a scream and dropped the phone, slamming on the breaks, but the car was already going to fast, it zoomed right through her then stopped in the middle of the empty highway.

" Sam? Sam!" Deans muffled and light voice came through the phone in my lap,

I breathed hard, trying to calm myself down, until I saw Constance in the back seat,

Inside the car, SAM breathes hard. CONSTANCE is sitting in the back seat.

" Take me home." She said, looking at me, slightly flickering in and out of vision,

" Take me home!" she ordered angrily when I didn't reply,

"No." I told her, my jaw set,

Constance glared at me and tilted her head, the car locking. I turned and tried to unlock them, but they wouldn't budge, then the car lurched into life by itself.

She's taking herself home.

My heart was in my throat by the time the car pulls up in front of Constance's house and stops. The engine shuts off and so do the lights, leaving us in slight darkness,

" Don't do this." I tried to reason with her,

Constance flickered more violently, "I can never go home." Her voice said sadly,

I swallowed, piecing it together, "You're scared to go home."

I looked at the house and then back at Constance, but she isn't there.

I looked back around and see her in the shotgun seat, I'M NOT EVEN I GUY!

She climbed into my lap, shoving my back against the seat hard enough to recline the seat. I struggled to move away,

" Hold me. I'm so cold." He mumbled,

" You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!" I told her, groaning under her crushing weight,

" You will be. Just hold me."

Constance leaned down to kiss me, and I struggled to reach for the keys, but then she leans back, her face flashing into something horrible before disappearing.

For a second I thought she had just left, but I let out a scream, pain exploded into my chest. Yanking my hoodie back and saw 5 holes burning into my shirt and my skin, Constance flickered back into vision, her fingers pushing deeper into my chest, my scream got louder.

There was the sound of gunshots and the window smashed, glass flying over my face, leaving a few cuts. Constance got startled by the noise and looked out, more gunshot followed and she disappeared.

Breathing deeply and in extreme pain I sat up, turning the keys,

"I'm taking you home." I growled through my grinding teeth, I slammed my foot down on the accelerator, heading straight for the house and not slowing down.

I closed my eyes, the car jerking my back, smashing my head against the wheel in impact. The car jerking into a few more things, and my

"Sam! Sam! You okay?" Dean yelled, far away, then the car door opened on the passenger side, his concerned face looking me over,

" I think..."

" Can you move?" He asked,

" Yeah. Help me?" I groaned,

Dean leant through the door, pushing the seat belt off and grabbing my arm with somehow started bleeding, Dean didn't notice.

Dean helped me get out of the car, holding me for support.

" There you go." He told me encouraging,

I turned around, blinking a few times and saw Constance, she looked up at us, and throwing her photo she was holding to the ground, letting out a growl. A bureau came towards us, pinning us against the car. We grunted and tried to move it but it was no use. Then all of a sudden the lights started to flicker, Constance looked up, scared water flooded down the stairs,

Then a chorus of two voices, " You've come home to us, Mommy."

Constance looked at the stairs distraught. I slight out a gasp as two soaking wet kids appeared behind her. They held her tightly, I what looked like a hug and she screamed, fighting to let go. There was a surge of energy, her form flickering, then her and the two children melted into a puddle on the floor.

In one big heave Dean shoved the bureau over and go look at the spot where Constance and her kids vanished,

" So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean murmured,

I nodded, "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."

Dean smiled, "You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy."

He said, slapping me on the chest where Constance hand had been, been. I laughed through the pain, turning to see him look at the impala,

" Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" I laughed,

" Hey. Saved your ass." Dean snapped half heartedly,

"Why did she go after me, though?" I asked Dean confused,

Dean shrugged, "No clue, maybe she had a thing for chicks?"

He leant over the car and kept looking, " I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?"

He twisted around to look at me, leaning against the wall for support,

' I'll kill you."

I laughed and walked to the car,

HIGHWAY

The impala teared down the road, one of the headlights weren't working, but besides that completely okay.

I looked at Dad's journal, open to "DEAN 35-111" and a map open on my lap; finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between my chin and shoulder.

" Okay, here's where Dad went, it's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

Dean nodded, "Sounds charming. How far?"

" About six hundred miles."

" Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning."

I hesitated, looking at him.

"I, um..."

" You're not going." Dean mused,

" The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." I told him, feeling slightly disappointed,

Dean returned his attention to the road,

" Yeah. Yeah, whatever."

Dean glanced at me,

" I'll take you home."

I turned my flash light off, and looked out the window,

APARTMENT

We pulled up to the apartment, dean still frowning; I got out and leaned into the window,

"Call me if you find him?"

Dean nodded,

" And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" I asked,

"Yeah, all right." He told me, but his heart wasn't in it,

I pat the door twice and turned away,

"Sam?" Dean called; I turned back around, " You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

"Yeah." I said with a nod,

Dean turned back and drove away; I watched him go and sighed.

DEAN drives off. SAM watches him go and sighs.

I let myself in and was surprised to see that it wasn't a mess. Everything seemed just as it should be,

"Michael?" I called, closing the door, " You home?"

I walked into the kitchen and noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads, "Missed you! Love you!" next to a National Geographic book that he must have been reading. I smiled and picked one up, sneaking into the bedroom, the shower was on and I sat on the bed, shutting my eyes and flopping onto the comfortable bed. It felt so good to be back, and happy, my heart pondered at the thought of seeing Michael again, his puppy dog eyes and his warm hug-

Something arm dropped onto my forehead, and I frowned. My nightmare. This was my nightmare, not real. I was probably asleep. Another drop onto my forehead; I flinched. A tear dribbling out of my eye, and my hand came around and pinched my other arm hard, but I stayed where I was.

I'm not dreaming.

Slowly I opened my eyes and saw Michael pinned to the ceiling, his grey navy shit stained with blood on his stomach. I gasped in horror,

" No!" I screamed,

Michael burst into flames, the fire spreading throughout the ceiling,

There was the sound of someone kicking the front door down,

" Sam!" Dean called,

"Michael!" I screamed again,

" Sam! Sam!" Dean yelled, then he was silent for a moment,

I continued to cry and scream,

"No! No!"

A strong arm grabbed my across my stomach and hailed me over their shoulder. I struggled and tried to push past to get back to Michael,

"Michael! Michael! No!"

Flames engulf the apartment.

AFTER THE FIRE

There was half the street standing around gawking at the blackened building. Fire fighters surrounded the scene. I ignored all of them, my eyes stinging and constantly leaking tears that I couldn't hold back. My throat was tight and my chest burned more then when Constance had tried to rip my heart with her bare hands. It was like my heart was already gone.

I loaded shotgun after shotgun in the back of the impala. Dean walked to my side and asked a silent question. I looked up at him, nodding in response then sighing. Tossing the shotgun into the pile of weapons.

" We got work to do." I grumbled angrily slamming it shut and jumping into the front seat of the impala, not giving the apartment building a second glance.